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The blueprint of the cul de sac fluttered uselessly in the suburban wind as Bill adjusted his night vision goggles over his forehead. "I still say we should have worn the ninja outfits," Bill whispered, glaring at his partner in crime. Molly adjusted her oversized clown shoes and chewed her bubblegum with aggressive determination. "Ninjas don't blend in at a seven-year-old’s royal princess extravaganza, Bill, but a rogue jester definitely does." Bill sighed and checked his watch while wiping away a smear of bright blue icing from his clipboard. "The tactical window is closing fast because the inflatable bounce castle deflates at exactly six o'clock." "Relax, mastermind, the loot is practically ours." "It better be, because the getaway vehicle is a customized ice cream truck with a broken transmission." "Stop complaining and pass me the grappling hook." "Are you sure we need a grappling hook for a suburban backyard?" "Do you want to scale the monkey bars with amateur dignity or do you want the loot?" Bill grumbled, handing over the grappling hook just as a stray juice box sailed over the wooden fence and struck him squarely on the temple.